Summary

'It’s both a very good and incredibly traumatic thing that Tony’s phone rings when it does because he’d probably never have woken up if it hadn’t. The way he’s feeling now, he doesn’t think that would be such a bad thing. He aches everywhere. His head feels like post-rage Bruce is dancing a tango on his temples. And his mouth; Jesus, why does it taste like that? He doesn’t even want to think about where his tongue has been. It’s nowhere pretty by the taste of it.

Groaning, he reaches over the side of the bed – hang on, whose bed is this? – and fumbles around under a pile of clothes, finding the very expensive cell-phone. He squints, eyes still pained by the heavy sunlight, to read the caller ID. It’s Natasha. How odd. She’s getting married today. Why is she phoning him?